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Chapter 33 Killing a Lucky Audience at Random
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 14:26:06 +0000 UTCIt was getting late, and Connors didn't return to Shayna's hotel. Riding “Catwoman” Selina's motorcycle, there seemed to be a remaining warmth on the seat cushion. Connors screwed the accelerator all the way to the bottom and returned to his apartment on the 19th floor.
Although he had agreed to the female star Shayna's invitation to watch a magic show tomorrow, he hadn't asked her who was in his room just now. He had to go back to the apartment and communicate with Harley Quinn to see if her “magic show” and the “magic trick” that Shayna was using to make up for the audience were the same one. He had a hunch that it would be a big melon.
Gotham began to rain again, and when he returned to the apartment, he was soaked. Lying in the bathtub, letting the mist of heat drive away the cold, Connors turned on the system. From waking up in his cage at Arkham Asylum this morning, a whole variety of melons had long been recorded in the system.
[Eat Melon Today: Arkham’s Ordinary Morning] This was from when Connors had brushed his teeth and casually walked past the Joker and the others.
[Eating Melon Today: The Laughing Man Incident (ongoing) - Crazy Plan] This was the melon recorded by the system when the Joker told Connors about his plan to put Batman in an asylum.
[Eat Melon Today: The Return of Harley Quinn] Needless to say.
[Eating melons today: Deeply Rooted] This was the restricted melon from after he and Harley had returned to the apartment.
[Eat Melon Today: A Novel Way to Steal]
[Melon Today: Batman and Robin]
These two were related to the operation that had just ended tonight. As for the supercar that was stolen again, it was not recorded by the Melon-eating System.
I lose my car every day. At this point, I think the system has to provide a car for me alone, Connors thought to himself.
Following the set of rules that Connors had summarized himself—“the more superheroes and villains involved, the greater the influence, and the greater the reward”—he quickly chose the melon-eating tasks that needed to be submitted.
[Eating Melon Today: The Laughing Man Incident (ongoing) - Crazy Plan] [Melon-eating reward: Driving Master]
“…What is this?” Connors's face was full of question marks.
[Driving Grandmaster] [Extremely proficient in the driving skills of any vehicle in the world]
There was an introduction in the system, but Connors felt that was a bit superfluous; after all, the content of the reward was literally understandable. But the question was, as someone whose vehicles had so far not remained in his hands for more than a day, was the ability of “Driving Grandmaster” somewhat too useless?
Connors sighed. His future self would definitely unlock the ability to fly through the Melon-eating System. A “pilot master” really had no need to exist. However, when he came out of the bathtub, dried his body, and returned to the bedroom, he looked at Harley Quinn, who was sleeping on the big bed.
“Who said that driving skills must be used on vehicles…?”
Connors extended his big hand, and a series of operations made Harley Quinn wake up. She was amazed. “Did you just get back from a trip to Japan to train as a gigolo?”
“…..?” Connors didn't understand how his master-class driving skills made him a gigolo.
“Your technique…” The following words Harley Quinn couldn't say at all. She was already lost in a feeling as continuous as a tide.
“Brother, you're pretending to be dead without saying a word along the way?”
“Listen to me, Gotham Forest is very dangerous. You may need a self-protection weapon. This pistol only costs you two hundred dollars…” The driver slowed the car down, expertly holding the steering wheel in one hand and pulling a pistol out of his coat with the other, pointing the gun at the passenger in the back seat.
“However, bullets cost one thousand and ten dollars a round, and are sold in batches of ten.”
The passenger in the back seat was silent all the way, and even now did not say a word. The driver was a little confused. Was this guy drunk? But there was no smell of alcohol along the way. He stopped the car and turned to the rear, but the hook-nosed corpse, which had not fallen along the way because of the support of Connors's little trick, finally fell softly at this point.
“Ah~!”
On the edge of the Gotham forest at night, a howl filled with fear startled countless birds to flap their wings.
“Poison Ivy” Ivy walked gracefully in the Gotham Forest. She was caught off guard and was startled when she heard this cry. But there was no follow-up to the shouting, and she did not go to check it out. The forest of Gotham had the plant protection she used to “awaken” the Green of All Things. Even if she left the forest, she didn't need to worry about anyone who could run to her territory and make a fuss.
Harley Quinn had already left Gotham Forest last night for Arkham Asylum, not far from here. “Poison Ivy” Ivy decided to go too. On the one hand, she wanted to know if Harley's plan to sabotage the Joker was successful. On the other hand, she was going to get a car there. Arkham Asylum was located in the deep suburbs of Gotham. After getting a vehicle, she would not need to rely on her legs to walk all the way to Gotham, and she could be much more comfortable.
As for her purpose of going to Gotham, it had nothing to do with Harley Quinn. She was going to find the guy who made her body feel strange: Connors. This guy, who she had once approached, and who used abilities that made her body react wonderfully… whether it was killing him or turning him into a plant, she could not tolerate him remaining active in Gotham City.
The first concert, Scarecrow and Penguin took turns to do things. The second time, a circus was invited to perform, and the agent acted as a demon behind the scenes, which directly contributed to the accident in which both Graysons died.
Today was the third time, and it was also the time that Shayna had specially invited famous magicians to perform in order to make up for the losses she had caused the audience. Connors was curious if there would be any trouble this time.
To prevent an accident, this time all the facilities of the stage were confirmed time and time again by the security personnel, who prohibited the approach of any unrelated persons. Connors did not continue to sow seeds around the stage this time; he simply had Shayna use her connections to fill the stage with large ornamental trees. The last time, she had sat with Connors and witnessed the sudden appearance on stage of the plant web that had attempted to save the Graysons, so she did not refuse his request. She even executed it fairly well.
“That’s a banyan tree that’s more than ten meters high, intricately rooted, and has an estimated shade area of 20 to 30 square meters,” Connors said to himself, looking at the corner of the stage. Except for around the stage, the walkways in the audience, the edges, the corners—as long as there was an empty place, plants were everywhere.
With the existence of these plants, Connors was confident that as long as it was not a large thermal weapon, magic, or other related interference, he could save people immediately even if there was an accident on the stage.
“Do magic shows need to use so many trees?” Harley Quinn sat in the audience, almost thinking he was still in the Gotham Forest in a daze.
“Yes,” Connors nodded.
“Okay, no matter what, I'm going to prepare to perform. Remember to keep your eyes open—” Harley Quinn bounced off, and her twin ponytails flickered through the air, leaving Connors shaking with question marks.
Looking at Harley's relaxed and happy appearance, Shayna wouldn't really ask Harley to perform magic, right? Perform what? Killing a lucky audience member at random?
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